After the battle and the hasty clean-up

Jan 09, 2008 21:44

There's a hasty tidying-up of the Council Hall and reorganization of the Guard. Kostan curses, looking over all the briefings. One officer of the guard already has been arrested for negligence, with a dozen more to be called for an explanation of their inaction ( Read more... )

nightwing, tides of march, jesse quick, kostan, troia, tempest

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middle_amazon January 17 2008, 01:13:39 UTC
Two broken legs, so she has to lean on Dick and Jesse to stand. The stitches and other wounds are apparent, and obviously considerable in amount and seriousness. Her voice, however, carries as if nothing were amiss and her strength was at full.

"I thank you for both your concessions. Fellow leaders, while I came to discuss my nation's past dealings, it is apparent that, you, our allies, are in more need of Amazon tools then ever before. As the kingdom is well aware, the daughters of Hippolyta have certain gifts available to them. One of those gifts is with me today." She reaches down slowly and raises up her lasso. "This instrument is not a mere rope. It is a device which seeks out the truth within a soul and compels it to be revealed. If Lord Kostan and the Regent have suspicions they want to look into, I offer myself, my guard. and this tool to rid your world of this blight on it."

She's addressing the assembly but her eyes are on Kostan. "If you wish a demonstration to verify these claims, I would be happy to offer one."

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jla_atlantis February 2 2008, 09:29:16 UTC
A kindly old hand is raised. "I do not believe such things are needed, Troy." To the assembled. "There is much to consider. I move for adjournment for today."

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jla_atlantis February 2 2008, 09:29:51 UTC
"Seconded."

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jla_atlantis February 2 2008, 09:31:37 UTC
No objections are raised.

"Then, we are dismissed them for now to consider both the throne and the generous proposal from our allies."

People start filing out quickly

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middle_amazon February 2 2008, 09:33:33 UTC
"Thank the Gods," she murmurs. Her teammates can sense Toia's muscles and the sheer will keeping her upright starting to ebb as people leave. She turns to them once seated. "Could be worse, I guess."

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